Notes

In hindsight, Reinhardt felt like he was lying.

He doesn't dislike girls. To be precise, in these decades, he has never considered who he likes or who he loves. He entered the army too early, and his youthful spirits were all filled with the motherland and justice. The add-on of love is not the main task and there is no need to consider it. Even the occasional spontaneous cravings, which are spontaneous, can be solved by exercise and busyness.

Tobion's two problems were too sudden. When Tobion asked him how Bridget was, he was dizzy, and alcohol made him unable to respond quickly. Tobion asked if he liked himself, and he nodded so stupidly. Yeah, what do you like?

When Baldridge fell into the flames of war, did he like the distress and despair? When he was training in the army, did he like the supreme admiration and respect for him? He enlightened the soldiers during his break, staring at his gaze tightly. Did he like it? What about Tobion? When he repaired the armor on the training ground and returned to pat his shoulder, did he like his gaze? Did he like the sweat and hearty laugh when he was grilling outdoors? He and he helped each other back to the bedroom, eating and drinking together, do you like it? What about Bridget? Where's Anna? Does he like everyone? What exactly can define this like?

No, I don't understand. Even if he is sober, I'm afraid he doesn't understand the problem. Now, Reinhardt's mind was roaring like countless trains whistling through every nerve in him. The paralysis of alcohol came up. He followed Tobion to the toilet, holding the wall with one hand, and the little man in front clenched his other hand, struggling to loosen his pants with one hand. The train in his head brought a new sound, as if the dense bombardment of Baldrige when he fell, was far away and came rumblingly. The sound was getting more and more complicated, and farther and farther, and finally narrowed to a sharp frequency, as if the ECG went straight, the machine's harsh alarm sounded, and his heartbeat was incompatible with this sound. He stared dullly at Tobion, watching him shake the second child, pull on his pants, and wash his hands step by step.

Reinhart's mind suddenly flashed a thought, and without his careful consideration, the body executed.

He lowered his body, hugged Tobion, and placed it on the sink in front of him. Tobion was a little shy, his drunken eyes looked up at the equally overwhelmed big man, and suddenly he laughed infatuatedly.

The alarm bell in your head is a masterpiece. Reinhardt kissed Tobion's smiling lips in a tumult.

Strong alcohol. Nothing hinders. He could feel Tobion's neat teeth and soft tongue. The mouth sizes of the two were very different-not only the mouth, but Reinhardt seemed to swallow Tobion at any time from a distance. . Reinhart suddenly felt a little resistance, and he stopped quickly.

The sound in my head disappeared, there was silence. Reinhardt was so nervous that he was about to wake up. He didn't dare to move or speak out, so he maintained a half-buckling posture and stared at Tobion. Tobion was still relaxed, with a flush of mixed wine on his face, and he sighed and laughed twice.

"the first time?"

Reinha nodded.

"No wonder the technique is so bad. Relax, big man." Tobion hugged Reinhardt's head, aimed at his mouth, and returned a deep kiss.

That voice came again. Reinhardt heard himself and Tobion's breathing intertwined, and the air currents swam across their faces with body temperature. Tobion skillfully teased the tip of his tongue, his soft touch stimulating Reinhardt's body like a charge. His lips were soft and his tongue soft, and every inch made people want to sink in. The two shirtless men kissed each other. Reinhardt turned from a lion into a docile kitten, holding Tobion tightly, and the sweat slipped between the two skins, bringing a strange touch.

Reinhardt felt the blood flowing downwards, and the second child raised his head a little in the wide pants. He pulled back awkwardly.

Tobion stopped and looked down at the big man's raised body: "It looks like you're happy."

He jumped off the sink, and one nearly fell. Reinhardt quickly reached out to help, but struck an equally hard object. Tobion shuddered coldly. Reinhardt hit him: "Aren't you happy now? It's so hard."

Tobion turned to look at Reinhardt, grinning twice, grabbing the big man's arm and heading for the room, over the scattered little table and the beer bottles on the floor, took the bottle and drank half The dark beer went straight to the bed, and pulled down the loose big shorts, flipped off the slippers, and sat down. The covered second child jumped out like this, shaking slightly as it faded. Although not as big as Reinhardt's size, compared to Tobion's body, it can be considered a giant. It was tilted high, and the huge glans was hanging down with a trace of juice.

Reinhardt was dumbfounded in the face of this big, thin mushroom. When he didn't respond, Tobion pulled his arms and chest, and made him kneel in front of his crotch.

"Have you had a lollipop since you were a kid, big guy?"

Reinha nodded.

"Then you know what to do now."

It's hard to say what Tobion was thinking at this time, but Reinhardt, who heard the order, seemed to turn on some switch, holding Tobion's hot meat sticks like a lollipop, Carefully licked it. Tobion took a sigh of coolness, leaned back, his tiptoe unconsciously tightened and relaxed. He patted Reinhardt's head: "Big man, lightly, don't work so hard, it's so exciting ..." Reinhardt heard, reducing the strength of his tongue, and Tobion's expression relaxed. Come down and let out a long sigh of relief.

Reinhardt knelt on the ground and licked Tobion's huge glans continuously, holding his meat stick gently in one hand and holding his waist in the other. Tobion's beer belly was a little obvious. Sitting on the bed there were two masses of the same handle, and as Tobion's body fluctuated and his muscles contracted, the handle became bigger and smaller. Tobion suddenly stood up, Reinhardt dropped his hand and hit Tobion's stomach.

Soft, thought Reinhardt. Tobion leaned back on the bed with both hands and looked down at Reinhardt to swallow under him. Reinhardt looked up to meet his gaze. Toby Ang raised his corners of his mouth and reached for the big man's crotch with his feet. The big man's shorts had already been wet with a lot of patience juice. Tobion stepped on the big man's stiff organ with his two feet, and he could feel the tiny tremors coming from the big man's warm mouth.

"Can't bear it, big man?"

Reinhardt didn't know how to answer, and reason told him that it seemed that he should regret the unclear acknowledgement, but the body did not agree, and he could not stop swallowing, sending it deeper into his throat again and again.

Tobion drew half a bottle of dark beer by the bed and mumbled it, leaving a large mouthful, holding Reinhardt's head from his second child, and feeding it to his mouth.

He absolutely drank too much, Reinhardt thought, but he didn't want to stop, he thought it was good. Desire is a wonderful machine for mankind, whether it is money or sex, it is a simple tributary that makes people fall. He greedily swallowed the wine that Tobion had fed, his tongue tangled tightly. Reinhardt felt the power of alcohol came up again. His body was hot, his brain was blank, and Tobion in front of him seemed like a feast. Waiting for this hungry man to eat, he wanted to eat all this energetic little one bite at a time. Sit up. I don't know whose voice, Tobyon or himself, Reinhardt couldn't tell. He pulled off his shorts, threw it to the ground, moved Tobion to the bed, and let him lie flat, and the meat stick with patience and saliva stood between his thick legs, Rising from time to time seemed to tease Reinhardt's psychological defense. He closed his eyes, squatted on the second child, held his hands, aimed at his butthole, and sat down straight.

Tobion and he cried in pain at the same time. It hurts. It really hurts. Reinhardt's forehead was exuding fine sweat beads, and his body hair was about to stand up. Fuck, it was more painful than expected. Tobion scolded two words, raised a hand and caught Reinhardt's softened penis, which was painful, and stunned comfortably. "Why did you sit up right now, doesn't it hurt? The sleeves and oil are useless." After that, I whispered in admiration, "What a fucking thing."

Reinhardt tried to take a deep breath, trying to alleviate this sudden pain: "Fuck, how do I know that it hurts. Besides, where are those things?"

"That's right, you don't know that I put the plane cup and I will give you one back."

Tobion dipped the patience juice on Reinhardt's second child with his fingertips, spread it on the tall nipples of the big man, and flicked gently. The big man's frowned brows gradually relaxed, and gradually, he made some low, short hums, and his soft lower body gradually raised his head again.

Reinhart felt that the pain had eased a lot, and his back gradually adapted to this sudden foreign body sensation. He tried to move it up and down gently, and as soon as he moved, he felt a current-like feeling. His perineum spread apart, and his breathing was a little short. This feeling was fascinating. Reinhardt couldn't help trying, yes, in this position, Tobyon's steel cannon was standing tightly. In his prostate, he felt a stream of heat gradually squeezed out of the glands. Looking down, he found that his horse's eyes were moving up and down, and the white liquid was flowing out.

Damn, why so cool. Tobion cursed softly, and Reinhardt didn't lie. His "first time" was nothing real, as reckless as a scout. Reinhardt's back acupoint tightly hugged his second child, and every time he twitched, he felt like he was about to reach a tipping point. It was my first night with this feeling last time. The young guy was overwhelmed and very sensitive, for fear that the girl would not be satisfied. This time it was different. Tobion was worried that he would be eaten by the huge hungry bear. But the thrill of the lower body shock did not allow him to continue this kind of contemplation, he tightened his body, slightly supported it, and pushed down with the rhythm of Reinhardt.

Reinhardt didn't hold back and called out with the rhythm of pleasure. At the beginning, it was still an exclaiming shout. After that, the sound was continuous and softened, and became a continuous, sobbing moan. Tobion didn't expect his good roommate to have such a side. The big man fluctuated more and more on Tobion's meat stick. Tobion watched more and more fluids pour out of the big horse's eyes. At first, it was only gray, and gradually became sticky and cloudy. With some squirting meaning. Reinhardt's eyes began to slacken, and his moaning sounded again. The vague words in his mouth now passed to Tobion's ears clearly: "Ah ... small man ... fuck me ... ... Oh my god ... fuck me ... "

Tobion wanted to stop. He wanted to hold Reinhardt's shoulders, but couldn't sit up-Reinhardt didn't plan to stop, his movements became more and more, the bedboard even made a squeaking noise, together Tao semen was thrown out in Tobion's gaze, one, two, more and more. Tobion felt that his second child was sucked tightly by the mighty power. Reinhardt's backyard seemed to be absorbing his strength and turned into a hot stream of big man gushing. Reinhardt's shout was uncovered. He lifted his body freely, and smashed it as much as possible, hitting Tobion's meat stick like a pile driver, experiencing the thrill of prostate attack again and again. More and more semen was spilled on Tobion's body, and the chest and belly hair were covered with viscous male juice. There was an appointment with his breasts, which was sprinkled on his beard and face.

Ejaculation has not stopped, Reinhardt's consciousness is unclear. There is only a wave of pleasure in his brain, and this scorching is passed to Tobyon underneath. Tobyan feels that he is also approaching That string is up. Feeling Reinhardt's strength was weaker, he tried to turn over, put Reinhardt on the bed, raised his legs himself, and pressed it onto the big man. He bowed his head to the big man who was still twitching and ejaculating. He licked a couple, and the big man folded into a V screamed for a while. Tobion began to thrust deep.

After so much toss, the back of the big man has been lubricated too much, and it takes no effort to pull in and out. The big man also enjoys such a posture. The second child who has shot a lot of semen is still twitching from time to time. Two thick thighs are resting on Tobyon's shoulders, his toes are stubbornly tight, and they can withstand the turbulent surge of pleasure. Come on, fuck me, please Tobyon, keep fucking me. Tobion's thrusting was getting bigger and faster, and he suddenly lifted his head back and made a huge roar. Reinhardt felt the shock of the prostate, and a heat flow was injected into his body, and he was suddenly tired. The two kept this posture for a long time, and the gasping sounds continued.

Tobion slowly lowered Reinhardt's legs and pulled out his soft second. He seemed to hear a gurgling sound when the fat glans were pulled out. He pulled the flabby Reinhardt out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Reinhardt's asshole slowly leaked the semen he injected, crawling down the thigh a little, and Reinhardt's semen was still hanging on his chest.

They walked silently into the shower, turned on the faucet, and flushed silently. Reinhardt determined that Tobion was awake long ago, which made him even less sure what to say.

"Hmm ... do you still hurt, big man?" Tobion broke the silence first.

"Ah, it doesn't hurt anymore. It's okay."

"Just don't hurt."

"Ok."

There was another silence.

"You twist it. I'll wash the back for you."

Reinhart turned around and turned his back to Tobion, feeling that he was cutting his butt, carefully cleaning the middle, and stretched a finger in. He heard his body make a shameful noise, and a lot of liquid flowed out from there.

"I shot so much?"

"I sprayed a lot on you too."

"Ok."

Reinhardt was weighed down by the awkward atmosphere. One hand rested on his back hesitantly.

"Thank you, big man."

Reinhardt turned his head back, looking at Tobyon, who was staring at him, carefully cleaning.

"I want to thank you."

After taking a bath, the two wiped each other out and went out, hugged, and turned off the lights to sleep.

The next day, Tobion returned home by plane. For more than a decade since then, Reinhardt has never had such close contact with anyone, including Tobion.

Tobyon's children are more and more, and as agreed, Reinhardt became their godfather. Later, we all know the stories that people have been sneered at. What they didn't know was that before Toby left, he gave the big man a hug and an extra kiss as usual.

"take care of yourself."



Reinhardt felt that he probably did not like girls.

The young man with fluorescent light in front of him smiled kindly at himself.

"Thank you for saving me, Mr. Reinhart." He stood beside the pile of tanks that had become scrap metal, and stretched out a hand to the old soldier.

"I thank you for that." After reinhardt thought it seemed familiar. He felt it necessary to invite the young man for a meal.